In my mind, I've been running through all the many things she has done for me. Her cooking, using whole grains and beans, was excellent, but fairly lost on me while I was growing up. I wanted Wonder bread bologna sandwiches and Pringles, like all my friends.
So, as soon as I grew up and moved out of the house, I lived out that dream, of eating the way I thought the rest of the world was living life. I immediately put on pounds. Not a Freshman 15, but a hefty 50! And felt terrible. My Mom kindly mentioned I looked a little chubby just around my cheeks, but in my heart, I knew ALL my cheeks were chubby.
When I finally got my act together, my patient Mom mailed me all her recipes, and whoosh, I dropped all the weight, without any effort at all. And I felt very satisfied, not deprived. This was the life, eating great. Thanks, Mom.
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